No Such Thing As Forgetting

No Such Thing As Forgetting

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For years, these boys were locked up. They were used for an old man's personal desires. They were tortured, beaten, abused. None of them knowing the next time that they would see daylight. They made a plan. They fought. Together, they got away, but at what price? Six years after they got out, some of them have made things of themself. Some of them went on to be child defense lawyers, to help kids get out of tough situations. Some of them went on to be therapists. Some of them, though, aren't doing as good. Some of them were left broken with nothing and no one to hold them together. What happens when one of the boys reaches out and plans a big get together? What happens when the others realize that one of their former buddies isn't doing as good as the rest?
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Inside you will find a mixture of both, extremely RAW and refreshingly HEALING accounts of my personal war with my past. Unfortunately, Childhood sexual abuse is far too common, and many of share similar experiences. Looking back, what I could have used more than anything was someone to tell me "You're not alone, there is a lightness through the darkness, you can heal from this and most importantly don't EVER stop telling your story to make others comfortable". I've learned that silence is the best weapon for a predator, and I for one, have never been really good at doing what I'm told. I don't intend on starting now. I wear my scar as reminder that I hold the power in my own story, it is mine to tell and I won't make myself sick keeping quiet because my truths are hard to swallow, other people's comfort is not my problem. My Goal is rather simple, to let the readers know, they too are not alone. If you are a survivor, even if you still feel like a victim, this is my personal message to you. "You are strong, and it wasn't your fault. Tell someone... tell anyone...tell everyone... We shift from victims to survivors when we speak up and tell our stories. There's nothing wrong with you, and the light will shine again. The longer you sit in silence the more power your abuser still holds over you, wipe your face warrior, because there's a lion right inside of you, DONT EVER GIVE UP!" *This story is FULL of TRIGGERS, please be careful reading if triggers are hard for you, your mental health matters* *I own all the Rights to all parts of this book*

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